DOMESTIC GODDESS

I have finally proven there is a domestic goddess inside of me somewhere. I had promised Craig, since I was going to be at home a few days before him, that I would bake him something for a treat. Well, time slipped away, and I didn't get around to owning up to my promise until last night. I had found a recipe for a sour cream apple pie and thought that he might enjoy it, more so if someone with a lot more cooking experience baked it then me, but enjoy it none the less. The recipe seemed simple enough so I began the process.

See, I have never made a pie before, cookies are more my style, but with all the ingredients sitting out, I went about peeling, coring, and slicing the apples. Now I'm no dummy, I bought a pre-made pie crust that I could just place onto my pie plate, no need to cause even more stress than what I was feeling as I started this endeavor. The rest of the ingredients were mixed and the apples tossed in, and if I say so myself, it looked pretty good. It went from looking like this:

To this in only one hour and fifteen minutes: But the look on my husbands face as it enjoyed the pie.......................well worth the insecurities I faced as I made it. Look out Martha Stewart, there's a new domestic goddess in town.